Tuesday, November 26, 2013

“Mom, is this one of my Christmas presents?”
an excited voice sounded like it came from the wrong room. I rushed and covered
the clearly visible large box as best as I could, cursing myself for buying
early. But then, who told her to go snooping around in MY closet? BTW, the use
of ‘my’ twice in quick succession doesn't read very well and I apologize, realizing
as soon as I type that I added one more of it! A proletarian writer should
atleast know what not to inscribe. Well…

Ordinarily you would expect 3 year olds
to be nosy and inquisitive of things hidden beneath scattered handbags and
crumpled sweaters, the ones who still believe in the existence of Mr. Santa and
his goodies. But ever since my second baby was born, the first one decided to
learn things all over again. So now we have the 3 year old watching Scooby Dooby Doo and the 7 year old sticking alphabets on the magnetic easel.

Now that we all know who was not
minding her own business and meddling with stuff in Mommy’s closet, I can go
ahead and make my point.

Since she already had seen it, I went
ahead and confirmed with a strict ‘not to tell your baby sister’. She agreed
and sat down to make a list to leave under the Christmas tree with her sister,
the hidden presents probably reminded her she still hadn't made any demands for
the year.

It touched my heart when I went through
the list. She had listed the game I already got as the first thing she wanted
this year. Now, I know it wasn't her choice, she never asked for it and it wasn't something that would have come to
her mind anyways, but because I got it for her, she accepted it (she could have not had this one on her list, I would have given it to her anyways) and was nice
enough to portray that she would have wanted the very thing for Christmas,
amongst other presents, of course.

And so I thanked God, that it was this one
who discovered one of her gifts accidentally and not my other daughter. Because,
things work a little different with her. She would have voiced her preferences louder,
made a fuss about wanting all her sister’s presents too and ultimately would have taken this one too but without one bit of appreciation. Yea, she’s one girl who knows
what she wants and gets it too.

Does it look like I prefer the personality
of one over the other? Because honestly, I don’t! And I' ll tell you why. I adore my first born for
being kind and grateful but am equally nuts about the baby for being so demanding.

You see every mother has an easy kid
and a child that’s hard to please: a nice one and a troublemaker (if she has
two at all). She loves them both but
knows them too.

About me

I am a Mommy as the name of my blog suggests. Someone famous said, once you are a Mom you can't be anybody else, seems true to me! Although happy with the Mommy tag, I crave for "me" to come out now and then. Loving your kids does not mean losing your passion for other things in life, my blog is about that very sentiment. So, you will probably find the mention of my kids in almost every word I write but at the same time you will also get a glimpse of ME, the person that I am and the dreams that I have.